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Chapter 462 Sending Liu Xingcui to the Underworld

"Grandmaster."

"Yang Fan, are you okay?"

The voices of Yan Qing and Qi Ming came from behind one after another. Within a few breaths, the man and the ghost had walked to Yang Fan's side.

Tang Xiaoqiang looked at the two men who suddenly appeared with some surprise. One of them he recognized was Taoist Yan Qing, and the other one was a man he had never seen before. He was wearing black clothes and had no expression on his face but looked very powerful.

Qi Ming's appearance made Liu Xingcui, a ghost not even at the level of a fierce ghost, tremble in fear.

"Why are you here?" Yang Fan asked.

Yan Qing explained, "Master said you came here to deal with some minor issues. Grandmaster Qi Ming and I were worried, so we came to take a look."

The main concern is that she will do something big on her own.

Yang Fan said, "Oh!", turned around and said to Qi Ming, "Send this ghost to the underworld."

"I'll ask the nearby ghost messenger to send him over." Qi Ming took out his cell phone to check who the nearby ghost messenger was and called him over.

"Can you still do this after you've been transferred to another position?" Yang Fan glanced at his phone curiously.

"Well, although I was demoted, my authority was not reduced."

...This sounds like firing someone but still paying them salary on time every month.

"That... Master... Sir..." Liu Xingcui has recovered to her normal appearance before her death. Wearing a blue plaid skirt, she looked at Yang Fan nervously, not daring to look at Qi Ming.

Although it seems that Qi Ming always listens to Yang Fan, the latter seems easier to talk to than the former.

"...Master, can I not go to the underworld first? I want to see my family."

Liu Xingcui hadn't seen her family for decades and wanted to see them before leaving.

"Your parents and elder brother are all dead," Yang Fan said, "You may have a chance to see them if you go to the underworld."

Liu Xingcui's pupils shrank, and she seemed to find this answer hard to believe. "...are they all dead?"

Qi Ming took out his phone and took a picture of Liu Xingcui. All her information instantly appeared on the phone. He said, "Your parents died of illness thirty years ago. Your eldest brother died of illness ten years ago. He never married. You have no other direct relatives in the world."

"Their souls all show that they have not been reincarnated. If you go to the underworld, you can still see them again."

Liu Xingcui stood there in a daze, and then she realized that she remained at the age of eighteen, but her parents and brother grew older and older until they died.

After figuring it out, Liu Xingcui thanked Yang Fan and Qi Ming. She looked at Fei Bicai with some reluctance in her eyes, "But this man killed me. I can't bear to let him go just like that!"

He killed her and she still lived freely in the world for so many years. She was very unwilling to let him be punished by the law now!

She would only think it fair if she killed him!
Being looked at by her, Fei Bicai's body trembled uncontrollably, and he knelt on the ground and kept begging for mercy, "I'm sorry, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me."

In a corner where no one could see, his eyes were filled with relief and viciousness.

Compared to being killed by a ghost, being caught by the police is a good thing. Not only is he so old, but the case has been going on for so long that even if Liu Xingcui's body is found, it will just be a pile of bones, and there will be no evidence of his murder.

At that time, if he refuses to admit it, the police will not be able to do anything to him. He can also sue Yang Fan for feudal superstition and harming the elderly.

Fei Bicai had a good plan, but his little tricks had long been seen through by Yang Fan.

Yang Fan glanced at him and said, "From now on, he will struggle in pain every minute and every second of his life, and he will be punished in the underworld after he dies."

The purpose of calling the police was not to have him punished by law, but to restore the truth for Liu Xingcui and tell the world what really happened back then.

Hearing this, Fei Bicai's body trembled several times, and he looked up at Yang Fan in disbelief. Yang Fan raised his mouth and said nonchalantly, "You are still very lucky, and you still have several years to live."

In the last few years of his life, he had to go through all the pain that Liu Xingcui had gone through day and night, and his life was worse than death. Qi Ming added, "There are still eighteen levels of hell waiting for you after death."

!!!

Fei Bicai, who had been frightened the entire night, could no longer bear it after learning that he would go to the eighteenth level of hell after his death. His body went limp and he fell backwards uncontrollably. His head hit the steps behind him and he fainted.

Tang Xiaoqiang looked at him from the side with complicated expressions in his eyes.

It really is true what this saying says: It’s not that there is no retribution, it’s just that the time has not come yet.

Even if you are not punished by law when you are alive and no one knows about the bad things you have done, you will still pay the price for your mistakes in the underworld.

Knowing that the people who harmed her would be punished, Liu Xingcui was satisfied and was willing to go to the underworld without any objection.

Soon, the ghost that Qi Ming called arrived.

It was a ghost messenger that Yang Fan had never seen before. He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties or forties. He had an ordinary appearance and spoke very politely.

Although he didn't look abnormal on the surface, Yang Fan still looked at him twice, with a gleam of light in his eyes.

After hearing Qi Ming's instructions to take Liu Xingcui to meet her family, the ghost took her away.

Before Liu Xingcui left, she bowed to Yang Fan solemnly and said, "Thank you, Master."

Yang Fan nodded and said, "You're welcome."

Liu Xingcui was taken away by the underworld officials. After the matter was settled, it was time to ask for her reward.

Yang Fan said to Tang Xiaoqiang: "The reward for catching ghosts is 100,000 yuan. Remember to contact their families and give me the reward."

Tang Xiaoqiang was stunned for a moment, "...Okay, Master Yang."

Although he knew that Yang Fan's offer was not cheap and that one hundred thousand yuan was a little beyond his expectations, he was a little worried whether his aunt's children were willing to pay any money.

They might even blame him for meddling in their affairs and be unwilling to pay, asking him to pay.

One hundred thousand yuan, he doesn't have that much money.

"If they continue to act recklessly, I will call the female ghost back to have a chat with them."

As if seeing the worry in his heart, Yang Fan added two more sentences.

"Anyway, the female ghost not only wants to kill Fei Bicai, but his children can't escape either."

Tang Xiaoqiang immediately felt relieved and nodded repeatedly to show that he understood.

He felt relieved after hearing the master's words and was no longer afraid of those people blaming him.

……

Thinking that she would soon see her relatives, Liu Xingcui was very happy all the way to the underworld with the underworld messenger, but at the same time she felt a little nervous.

After not seeing her for so many years, do her parents and brother still recognize her? Are they still angry with her?

With this feeling in mind, she followed the ghost through the long, dark and eerie road. There was silence all around and no sound could be heard.

Suddenly, countless black air rushed out from all around and without any warning, fiercely penetrated into Liu Xingcui's body.

A bewitching voice sounded in her ears, "They are all lying to you. There are not so many karma cycles in this world. If there really are, why can that old man live so long?"

"They said that to protect him. They were all lying to you. You died unjustly. Your parents were also pissed off by you..."

Liu Xingcui's pupils were stained with blood red, and she murmured, "Damn it, whoever killed me should die..."